Part 34: BONUS - Extra Dialogue 2
The whole update was way too long by something like 30,000 characters over the limit, so I had to split it in two. This is the start of part 2.
STARTING FIGHT

: Aw, shit.

: Oh boy, bad guys!

: Well, here we go again.

: Y-you're sure about this?

: Oh Christ, what a pickle!

: Please don't ice me, homie.

: Aww, are you gonna rape us?

: Fellas! We can work this out!

: Why can't you just leave us alone?

: I don't LIKE being pushed around!

: Well what are we waitin' for!!

: We will kill them with compassion!

: We're gonna send you straight to heck!

: W-what if we just make friends instead?

: I hope we don't get in trouble for this.

: Ah shucks, when are we gonna catch a break?

: It's a good day to die! Uh, for you, that is.

: Surrender, or -- or-or bad stuff will happen.

: I've killed way bigger guys than you. Well, the new kid has.

: Now I-I hope you fellas don't get angry, but I have to smite you.

: What the heck, I'm gonna get grounded anyway, might as well!

: I'm Butters the Merciful, of the-- well of t-the Knights of Kindheartedness.

: The Hammer of Justice shall strike the Nail of Evil into the Board of Being Sorry!

: Yo, dawg. Uh, can't I just go right back home after the fight so I don't get grounded?
IDLE

: I'm tired of being picked on.

: You think you're better than me?

: Surrender and I will show you mercy!

: Aw, the New Kid's screwing around again.

: I could use some goddamn poon tang right now.

: We don't have to play this game if you're getting bored.

: Wait you guys, I have to sneeze... nope, false alarm.

: Come on, New Kid! Let's show them what we can do!

: Sometimes my dad goes on road trips just to check out all the rest stops.
INJURED

: HELP!

: I don't feel so good.

: I don't wanna die!

: I feel kind of woozy.

: I'm hurt pretty bad!

: I don't like this game anymore!

: Gosh, I think I might be dying!

: If I die my dad's gonna ground me for sure.
HEALING TOUCH

: Just a buddy.

: Walk it off, buddy.

: Yeah, there's a buddy.

: There you go, pal.

: I got your back, yo.

: Yeah, that's it, little buddy.

: There there, buddy. You're gonna be okay.
WHEN YOU DO LIGHTNING VOLT

: FUCK 'EM UP!
HAMMER OF JUSTICE

: By the hammer of Butters!
ATTACKING

: Ahh!

: Eat mercy!

: Take that!

: En garde!

: To battle!

: Hey, bad guy!

: Sorry about this.

: Taste my justice!

: Leave us alone!

: Justice be done!

: You should be nice!

: I shall smite thee!

: Nobody stops a paladin!
BLOCKING

: Whew!

: Keep tryin'!

: That was close!

: Eye for an eye!

: No, no, no no no!

: Hey, I blocked it!

: That wasn't so bad.

: I'm rubber, you're glue!

: You're straight trippin' son.
BEING HIT

: Ow!

: Hey!

: Geez!

: Meanie!

: No, no, no, no, no!

: God dammit!

: Jesus Christ!

: Oh hamburgers!

: Hey, that hurt!

: What was that for?

: Son of a biscuit!

: Well, that's not nice.
WHEN YOU DIE

: Oh hamburgers!

: Oh Jesus, no!

: Oh sweet Jesus...

: Uh, what's the matter?

: Oh no! No. Oh, no, no! Oh, no, no!
DYING

: I'm sorry.

: They got me.

: (wibbling) Nobody likes me!

: (crying)

: Forgive me... Douchebag...
VICTORY

: Oh boy!

: Whoopie!

: We usually win.

: Oh boy, we won!

: Oh boy! Oh boy!

: Boy, this is neat-o, huh?

: That serves em right.

: That was pretty good!

: I really feel sad for em.

: Aw, I wanted to show mercy.

: You're good at adventuring!

: I hope they're just sleeping.

: I'm a lot more experienced now!

: You think we were too hard on em?

: Well gee whiz, I hope I level up!

: Another victory for the good guys!

: I hope we didn't hurt you too bad!

: Maybe now you'll turn your life around.

: I think I just found my new bottom bitch.

: Well that's what you get for being mean to people!

: You gave it your best shot, and that's all Jesus asks of you.

: I know violence doesn't solve anything, but I kinda like it.
STARTING FIGHT

: Let's do it.

: You're gonna regret this.

: You and what army, dude?

: I'll do everything I can.

: Oh god, here we go again.

: Nature, I heed your call!

: You just don't get it, do you?

: We stand together against the darkness!

: You do NOT want to get on my bad side.

: Time for a little rumble in the jungle.

: Don't you know who you're dealing with?

: Get out of my way or I'll kick your ass!

: Let us restore the balance of nature by kicking ass.

: You fuck with me, you fuck with Mother Nature!

: We elves may be skinny, but we compensate by being dicks.

: By the moon and the stars in the skies, I swear we will destroy you!

: You think you're tough? I grew up in the forest. It made me a total badass.
IDLE

: Are we going again? No?

: Hey, let's keep going, huh?

: Hey! What the hell are you doing?

: So... what do you do for fun?

: Oh, are we taking a break now?

: No that's cool, I'll just chill here for a minute.

: This staff's great for walking and for beating people's brains in.

: I still don't get how Cartman got you to think he was cool.
ATTACKING

: R-tard.
RALLY

: No quarter!

: Come on, we've got this!

: Let's fuck em up!
WINDSTORM

: I summon the winds!

: You're about to get blown!
SUMMON ELEMENTAL

: Ready Ike? Kick the baby!

: Don't kick the goddamn baby.

: Kick the baby!
BLOCKING

: That's it?

: Terrible.

: Nice try asshole!

: Stop being an asshole!

: I barely felt that.

: Get the fuck out of here.

: What the hell are you doing?

: You have to do better than that.
BEING HIT

: Ow.

: Dude!

: Hey!

: Oh God!

: Ah shit!

: Stop it!

: You suck!

: I hate you.

: Oh it hurts!

: God dammit.

: Ah, dammit!

: What are you doing?

: Oh, god, it burns!

: You son of a bitch!

: (shrieking) Oh god!

: Jesus Christ dude!

: Just leave me alone!

: Now I'm pissed off!

: What are you doing?

: What the hell, man?

: Why are you doing this?

: What's the matter with YOU?

: What the hell are you doing?

: This is all a bunch of crap.

: (frustrated) All right, all right!
WHEN YOU KNOCK AN ENEMY OUT

: That's awesome!
WHEN YOU DIE

: No... NO!

: Goddammit!

: That's retarded.

: (deadpan) What?

: What the hell just happened?

: You son of a bitch!
DYING

: (sigh) Goddammit.

: AAAAAAAH!

: GRRRRGGGHHH!

: What the hell?

: Big mistake!

: Forgive me...

: (sobbing)

: (sobbing) Oh it hurts!

: (sobbing) Oh, god!

: Look after... Ike.

: I believe in you!

: Bury me... at my base.

: This is the worst day of my life.
VICTORY

: Yes!

: That was TEXTBOOK.

: That wasn't so bad.

: We make a good team.

: I am REALLY impressed.

: I don't really give a fuck.

: Who says elves are pussies?

: We're like a force of nature.

: I hope this alliance can last.

: Can we get going now, please?

: I don't think ANYONE can stop us.

: In time, our kingdoms shall be restored.

: Space and time are no boundaries for US.

: That's why you don't fuck with the Dragonborn.
STARTING FIGHT

: Oh boy.

: Weak, dude.

: I'm over it.

: Come on guys!

: Let's go dude!

: We've got this.

: Ah Jesus, not again.

: Come on, let's do this!

: You'd think they'd know better.

: This is gonna be so awesome!

: This is getting out of hand!

: Rangers do not fear death.

: Let's just do this, alright?

: Don't be starting shit with us!

: My ranger sense saw this coming.

: This is NOT what we need right now.

: Uh excuse me, is this really a good idea?

: I am Stan Marshwalker, brother of wolves and badgers.
IDLE

: Hello?

: Can I just take my turn?

: You got somewhere you'd rather be?

: Dude, what is the hold up?

: Are we playing or what?

: You mind if I update my status while we're waiting here?

: I think my mom did a pretty sweet job with my costume.
INJURED

: This is not my fight.

: I don't feel so good.

: My health hath gotten low.

: You got a health potion on you?

: Kinda, like, dying right now.

: Little help over here.

: [Labored breathing]

: Dude, my injuries are super grievous right now.
ATTACKING

: You're done!

: Taste steel!

: Fear my blade! (after hitting) Got 'em!

: Check THIS out!

: You asked for it.

: Kya, kya!

: You're going down!
MARKED FOR DEATH

: Go get em boy!

: Go boy!

: Attack!

: Kill!
WHIRLWIND BLADE

: Enough!

: Let's finish this!

: Let's see you stop this!
BLOCKING

: No way, dude!

: Oh no you don't!

: You hit like my grandpa.
BEING HIT

: Stop!

: Aw, spit!

: Aw, come on!

: God damnit.

: That does it!

: Ya fucking dumbass!

: What the hell, dude?

: Dude, what's your problem?
WHEN YOU DIE

: Aw, crap!

: This can't get any worse.

: Oh, no. No, no no!

: No... this can't happen!
DYING

: No!

: Ugh.

: Oh, god...

: Aw, crap.

: Goddammit.

: What...?

: Avenge me!

: Son of a bitch!
VICTORY

: Next!

: Total pwnage.

: I expected better.

: Fucking nice, dude.

: All right, who's next?

: That's what you get!

: That's enough of that.

: I could do this all day.

: Man, we ripped shit UP.

: Dude, we're pretty badass.

: Like they even stood a chance.

: Oh my God, we killed the enemy!

: That coulda sucked a lot worse.

: Mess with the beast, you get the claws.

: Dude I'm just happy this whole stupid thing is over with.
IDLE

: (You can take your turn.)

: (I am the fairest maiden in ALL the land.)
INJURED

: (Mmph... I feel bad...)

: (Don't let your poor princess die.)

: (Mm mph mmmphph save me.)

: (Seriously, mphph.)
WHEN HIT

: [gasps] Mrm mm mrm?!

: [gasps] Mrm mm mmmrmm!

: [gasps] Mrm mmrm mm mrm!

: Mrm mm mmm mrmrmmphmm.

: (You shouldn't hit girls!)
VICTORY

: (Woohoo!)
This is a list of dialogue you get if you smack someone with your weapon. Presumably there is more, but the script only has these folks listed.

: Ow!

: Ouch!

: That's enough!

: Knock it off!

: All right, that does it!

: Stop it!

: Oh my! (She likes it. A lot.)

: Cut it out!

: Hey!

: No! No.

: That isn't nice sweetie.

: You are THIS close to a time out.

: Ow!

: Hey!

: Mkay!

: Hey!

: God!

: Dick!

: Die already, fuck!

: Hey!

: Aaah!

: Ow!

: Hey!

: Jeez!

: What's the big idea?

: Oh, goddammit!

: Ohoho, oh it hurts! (Mr. Slave also likes being hit.)
Finally we have the only proper way to end a South Park LP: a gigantic list of fart jokes. This is what various characters will say if you fart on them.

: Excuse you.

: ManBearPig! He's here!

: I wouldn't do that in front of the girls!

: Must be happy hour already.

: EEEEWWWWW!

: You smellied!

: Take cover!

: Stinky mo-minky.

: Sound off, Sergeant!

: Whoo, that was stinky!

: You draw mud on that one?

: [laughing] Tha-tuh funny...

: Gee whiz whistle britches!

: That one sounded like it hurt.

: Maybe you should see a doctor.

: [laughs] You should check for mud.

: I'd check my drawers if I was you.

: [laughs] Somebody's baking brownies.

: How did your ass learn such incredible magic so easily?

: EW! [coughs]

: Dude, did you shit your pants?

: Whoa!

: Wow.

: Sweet.

: Nice, brah.

: (laughing)

: Jesus, you smell.

: Those ones hurt, huh?

: That all you got, brah?

: Your insides are rotten, brah.

: That's good. Someday I will teach you to do better.

: Sometimes air can get pushed up there.

: Nice.

: Great.

: Good point.

: Whaddya want, a medal?

: Gross.

: Whatever.

: Ew.

: Hey!

: Augh.

: Stinky.

: Enough!

: Ah, come on!

: Ah, thanks.

: Groooss.

: What was that?

: Put a cork in it!

: Can't you just be normal?

: Are you... are you trying to communicate?!

: You won't make many friends doing that.

: Brimstone.

: You're good at that!

: Oh, no!

: I accept your salute.

: Eww! (coughs)

: A windwaker!

: That's cheating!

: Dude, did you shit your pants?

: Get me out of here!

: I can do that, too!

: This is not the good kind of torture.

: Why?

: Not bad.

: A powerful doomsday device!

: EW!

: Gross!

: Ugh! I can taste it!

: Get your gross ass outta here!

: That's horrible!

: Conformist!
HOBO: Some people...

: Dude, so weak.

: You should get that checked out.

: Using the gifts I have given you, I see.

: Canadian Barking Spider! Look out!

: Yipes.

: Oh yeah?

: (laughing)

: That's n-nasty.

: Stinky bo-binky.

: Oh yeah? Try this one on for size.

: Is that the setup or the punchline?

: Did you fa-far- Did you fa-fa- Shit your pants?

: I thought you were different...

: Oh my god!

: You think that's funny?

: [laughing]

: Mrm mrmph!

: Mrm, mrmphphm!

: Mrm mrm mrrrmmphm!

: (Sick, dude!)

: (Tee hee hee!)

: (That was fucking disgusting.)

: Toxic atmosphere detected.

: Wow.

: [laughing]

: Impressive.

: Dude, you stink.

: Dude, you okay?

: You better check your pants.

: That is some sick magic you got there.

: You're giving away my position.

: Oh my!

: Is that Spanish?

: Maybe you can talk to Butters about not holding his in all the time. He gets the worst cramps.

: So GROSS!

: That's no way to get popular.

: Uh, don't do that.

: Why here? Why now?

: Un toot de joyeux.

: Ew!

: Whoa!

: Gross.

: Ugh, nice.

: Stop it.

: Oh my god!

: Excuse you!

: Was that you?

: Do that outside.

: Say "excuse me".

: That's rude, pumpkin.

: Do that in the bathroom!

: Is that supposed to be funny?

: I need to change your diet.

: Sweetie, we talked about that.

: Ugh... you take after your father.
MONGOLIAN KID: (speaking Mongolian)
MONGOLIAN KID: (speaking Mongolian)

: You're gross!

: Hey! Quit screwin' around!

: Boys will be boys!

: Your mommy must be feeding you very well!

: Pretty gross, New Kid.

: Smells like a Mongolian woman.

: You think that's funny?

: That's disrespectful, New Kid, mkay?

: I've had just about enough of your little butt bubbles, mkay?

: Well I hope that's a fart and not some brown grease snake you pinched off in your underoos.

: Hey, nice.

: Kenny teach you that?

: Jesus Christ. Have you been sticking stuff up there?

: Could you do that... outside?

: Some coffee might clear that up.

: Hmm. That's like our dark roast.

: Smells more of a dark roast.

: Who cut the cheese?

: Oh no you didn't.

: I just threw up a little.

: Do you smell cinnamon?

: That's not very goth.

: So I'm not the only one!

: I know EXACTLY what you're going through.

: Dear God.

: If the Lord didn't wish us to fart, he wouldn't have given us anuses.

: That's something I'd expect from the kindergarteners, young man.

: Can you burp good, too?
RANCHER BILL: Hooey!
RANCHER BILL: Tarnation!

: That's JV.

: I like it.

: Good, but not great.

: You've been practicing.

: You need more training.

: That's not cute at all!

: Brought me something, huh?

: That was VERY naughty.

: Sick!

: Gross!

: PLEASE stop.

: Maybe you have diabetes.

: God have mercy on us all.

: Kids your age.

: Young man, you have to find better ways to express yourself.

: You even smell like a turd.

: We don't take kindly to those kinds of butt noises round here.

: Yuck.

: Sweet.

: Sheesh.

: Sick, dude.

: Whoa, dude.

: (laughing)

: Dude, what'd you eat?

: Ah, god! There's no ventilation in here!

: Huh?

: Hello to you, too.

: Whoa!

: Oh nice ...

: Was that you?

: Excuse you!

: Oh my God!

: You hear that?
And with that, this LP is finally over. I hope you all enjoyed reading it. Take it easy, y'all.